Monday, November 30, 2009

So I had banned myself from taking pictures and reading books until my website is up and running, but as we all know that hasn't happened yet. It's still a ridiculous mess and I realized I felt like I was missing so much by not taking pictures... and since my threat hadn't made me work any faster, once again, my camera is back on the job. Jes, Jason and I (Hanna too occasionally) have been snapping away through the holiday celebration and Jason's birthday. Maybe I'll get some of those photos up...just maybe...

But for now I was thinking about the blog and our little handful of friends who were amazing and re-discovered my new posting and decided that you guys needed to see something new.

I think you all have met this lovely lady but for anyone who hasn't, this is Nanette Cole, one of my beautiful grandmothers. She was gracious enough to let her camera-crazed granddaughter take some portraits of her at around 10:00p.m. this Saturday evening while everyone else was decorating our new tree.Lately I've had this feeling that if I don't take time to do something with someone when I think of it then...what if...what if they're not around by the time I get around to it? Not that I'm expecting to lose my grandmother...I've just been thinking about all the times I've taken for granted and all the things I want to remember ...we're never guaranteed the future...I don't want to regret the past. I think that's why I love photography so much...it captures the beauty I see and keeps it for all of those other times when we need to remember. In short, that's why I pleaded with grandma to let me set up some lighting and take her portrait when most people just want to be curled up in bed- to keep the moment of her looking cozy in her jacket in the retro chair by the fire. I'm glad she's such a good sport!

So this is one of the several frames we took that night. This is Nanette Cole: born in Boston, raised a traveling "gypsy" enjoying the depression with her brother, mom, and interior designer dad, married my grandpa and raised my mom, uncle and aunt in Atlanta, Georgia and is one of the most amazing gourmet cooks and seamstresses I have ever know!

Monday, November 16, 2009

It has been over a year since we've posted anything on this poor site so what better day to bring it back to life than Jason's birthday! I love when his birthday rolls around because for the next 8 months he can't pretend like I'm 2 years older than him. (One day I'm going to figure out how to become younger than him but until then I'll enjoy the parts of the year when we only seem 1 year apart.)Happy Birthday Jason! I'm blessed to celebrate another year of having him in my life. I can't imagine how much laughter (and everything else in between) I would've missed without my crazy man!

Besides all of the other wonderful things that I ask him to do, he's also my part-time model. My niece, Hanna, says he looks like a mysterious super hero in this picture and I couldn't have said it better my self!

Happy Birthday Superflightsuitman! I love you!

...I wonder after all of this time, who will discover this post first? Anyone? ...maybe it will just remain as a birthday secret ...

WHY THE TITLE "BUTT PRINTS"?

It's a parody of the poem "Foot Prints in the Sand". God only carries us so far before He puts us down and we end up landing on our butts. Not that He leaves us but we sometimes need to experience hardships to make us stronger, smarter, passionate about His grace, and most importantly trust in Him (a.k.a. FAITH). This is extremely true at this point in our lives. He has turned our lives upside down...and we are living a new adventure.